This is my twentieth week on this blog hop. I’m sorry about last week. I got a dizzy spell out of nowhere last Tuesday that kept in bed for two days, then would just pop up at random for the rest of the week. I think I only managed to read a handful of posts last week. I’ll try to do better this week.

I’m continuing this week with an excerpt from my current romance WIP, Resistant. Resistant is a romance set in the middle of the zombie apocalypse. I am roughly 150 pages into my latest read-through of the novels with my editor’s notes in mind. The novel is roughly 400 pages. So far, everything is moving smoothly, but I haven’t gotten to the stuff she wanted me to change it, but I’m creeping up on the first bit. I’m still on track to get the novel back to her by the end of the month or the beginning of the next despite being unable to do much last week. If everything movies as quickly as I hope over the next few months, I’m looking for the novel to go on sale in August or September. I don’t have a cover yet, which I’m okay with because of the changes. I think I’m going to wait until late June or July to get with him and finalize everything.

Anyway, on to the excerpt. This scene is a continuation from last week’s scene and ends the chapter. I hope you enjoy it. J

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We lay there, foreheads touching, breathing hard, for a long time. He ran his hands up and down my back, over my ass. Most likely, he meant for the action to be soothing, but mostly what it ended up doing was exciting me. I leaned forward when I had had enough teasing and kissed him and nibbled his lower lip. His penis pulsed. I flexed my inner muscles and his hips jerked, slamming him deep into me. I flexed the muscles again and he jerked again. This time he was fully erect and I was more than a little wet. He slammed into me harder and it was all I could do not to cry out.

Loving the way he reacted to me, I flexed again. He gripped my hips, turned onto his back, placing me on top of him, and automatically, I began to ride him hard. I didn’t know for sure if I would come again. Normally I’m a one maybe two orgasm kind of girl, but it had been so long and I wanted him so much, that I hoped that the building pleasure would lead to another explosion of pleasure.

To help ensure that orgasm would happen, Daniel slid a hand between us to finger my clit and leaned up to take one of my nipples in his mouth. It took me longer than the first two, but I didn’t care. I loved feeling him inside me. I loved the pleased expressions that swept across his face as I moved. When I came, though, he took over. He pulled me down to him and pushed into me from underneath me over and over again, as I cried my pleasure into his neck. He didn’t last much longer than I did.

Eventually, he slid out of me, and I moved to lie beside him, my head on his chest and my arm draped over him. We dozed for a while. I ignored the wetness between my legs that was proof of what we had just done. It occurred to me then that we hadn’t used protection. I’m on the pill. The doctor who traveled with Michael and his men had given me a two-year supply the last time I had seen him, so I wouldn’t run out for a while and I had ferreted a few packs I had found in the pharmacies we had hit up for medicines and such things when we had them on the list, mixing brands might not be great and they would eventually expire, but I felt sure we were safe from pregnancy for the time being. Daniel hadn’t asked, but since he had seen me take them on more than one occasion, he hadn’t had to know.

Once or twice, I had started to explain why I took them, but to anyone who really sat and thought about it the answer was obvious. No, I haven’t been sexually active and hadn’t intended to be, but in case the opportunity ever arrived, I wanted to be prepared. This is not the type of world one wants to bring a baby into. Also, in this world rape was a real issue. We had run into more than one rape victim, both male and female. In case something like what almost happened to me, I wanted to be safe from that as well. It wouldn’t have protected me from disease, but pregnancy, most definitely.

Daniel also hadn’t asked me if I was clean either, but that conversation had also been unneeded. We were partners. To begin training with them, Michael and made me go through every test at their disposal. Daniel and been there for a lot of it, and to make me feel better he had offered up his own medical information. I had balked at first, but since he and I were working so closely together, it made sense that we knew each other’s medical history, the medications we had to take, our allergies, any other medical issues that may or may not come up in the field.

At some point in my reverie, I had begun to doze. I woke quickly, though, to the feel of something cool on my upper thigh, I opened my eyes and realized that I had rolled off Daniel, and was on my back. When I started to stir, he said, “Go back to sleep. I’m just cleaning you off so that you will sleep a little more comfortably.”